A Party You Say!?

[Backup Lago 320]

Kalameet lifts a bloodied partchment, his invitation no less. He gasps softly

"W-who done it?"

 

A second piece of paper in folded aircraft form sails gracefully over the wall and lands gracefully at Kalameet's feet.

"T'e to Events Organizer of t'e Az'Elgus,

 

Ah discovered an invitation to a party at t'e 'igh Elven city on t'e corpse of ah wood elf who had carved an array of numbers into his own chest. Upon lookin' at this dead elf, ah vitally important and immediately obvious question jumped int'e me mind.

Why weren't we invited?

As allies of t'e 'igh Elf nation it seems odd that yer'd pass up this excellent opportunity for strengthenin' diplomatic ties and invitin' t'e best Yemekardamn partiers in t'e entirety of Athera t'e yer event! 'owever, ahm sure it was an honest mistake and it can easileh be corrected.

 

Please send an invitation t'e Brandt at this address in t'e city of Kal'Karaad along with an invitation t'e bring as many dwarves t'e t'e party who promise t'e obey t'e followin' rules:

T'e come without combat armour and t'e submit t'e searches by t'e 'igh Elven party bouncers.

T'e obey t'e laws of t'e 'igh Elven city while we are in it.

T'e nae kick up any shoite about golemancy.

T'e beh good guests: we're nae 'ere t'e fight, we're 'ere t'e party!

T'e leave peacefulleh if instructed t'e by yerself.

T'e bring five barrels of t'e best dwarven ale.

T'e pay fer any proveable damages dealt t'e t'e city in t'e course of partyin'.

 

And of course...

T'e all come appropriately dressed for the occasion!

Yers dwarfully,

 

Brandt of Kal'Kaarad"

[Moot 1719]

Kalameet makes a crude paper airplane, and sends it off to Brandt.

The letter would consist of a typical invitation, also stating that Brandt is allowed to bring his own entourage.

The letter would be signed from the Sohaer himself, Kalameet Izalith.

((I can't write a full blown letter at the moment, I hope this will do!))

[- Pastry 931]

Ikur receives a note delivered by a rather scruffy looking falcon. With a chuckle and a smile, he calls over to the nearest Sillumir. "It appears the Marked Men will be coming if they can."

[Lvke 1000]

Morris chuckles, and starts assembling an elegant, tight-fitting costume for the occasion.

[Gunner 775]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.